BOBBY, THE GIRLS, AND ME PART TWO

Even at age 73, I still longed for the days of Jeanette.  I included the days as they were as necessary as Jeanette herself, and our times and our ages were also a part of the magic formula.  Adult hood has its advantages but, childhood even more.  I remember well those night time secret missions when most all were asleep.  Back then, traffic virtually ceased in the wee hours of the morning.  Maybe a lonely truck, and that was it.  The shadows that adults blindly miss in their own world of thought.  The lonely street lights standing like sentinals, sometimes haloed in misty fog.  These were the painters of mysterious shadows...fingers of darkness, blotches of shadows,  A lone cat  slinks in and out of the shadows.  I discovered this world because my bedroom had an exterior door and I could sneak out and ride my bike..all alone...so quiet.  Every thing was new and we had no explanations yet as to exactly what and why.  Knowledge came roaring in with an arrogant know it all spirit and destroyed all mystery.  The secrets of the night, the secrets of Mr. wind, the secrets of the stars and the falling meteorites leaving a smokey trail in the moonlight, were all wiped away by pages in books and the teacher's explanations.  Yes, those are shadows caused by objects blocking the light beam.  Yes, those are stars just like our Sun, but they are so far away, they look like little dots....so what!  The wind is caused by pressure gradients that move the air..,so what !  The stirring and awakening of a mysterious pot of feeling....girls...what is this.  Senior Problems class in high school took care of that.  We learned about hormones and attempts to explain romantic and primordial sexual feelings, and we learned about Freud which isn't too far off from fraud.  Equations, theories, drawings, tests, grades on tests...All cut and dried.  I have to find a way to get Bobby's thoughts back on Jeanette. I need to awaken his feelings for her and in the process, maybe awakening her feelings for him.  I must intoduce something to turn his mind back to her and her magic.   I called and asked him up for a weenie roast in my back yard and fall into conversation with him.  I need to draw him out.  Wish me luck.  (to be continued)